Journal

Damnit...I'm always hungry around here. There's never a stable job since we travel, looking after some pansy samurai who smells like sunflowers. I don't even know what a damn sunflower smells like! I think I'm gonna starve to death or go insane before this damn trip actually ends...

Fuu giggled as she closed the black journal that belonged to none other than Mugen. Why the samurai kept such a thing she didn't know, but it was hilarious anyway. Putting the journal back where she found it, Fuu stood up and went back to her futon silently. An evil grin was plastered across her face as she started to lay down. Tomorrow night, she would see if the silent samurai had a journal.

Author: Not very good, but this is for djmonkey. Anyways, hope ya like it, I just got my driver's permit today so I am so happy!